On tap at GRBC. Dick Cheney himself would blush at this beer’s lack of character and integrity. Translucent orange-brown body, thin buff head. Light nutty, toasty aroma. Bland, lifeless body with toast and light biscuit, and maybe a smidgen of chocolate. Strange watery, grainy finish. No palate development whatsoever. Served in a tulip glass, perhaps to give the impression this beer merits introspection. It’s quaffable, I must admit. It’s water.